Big Bee entered his bunker, ripped the overlarge black mask from his chops,
and collapsed into his comfort chair.
“How went it?” asked Teigue-the-Fool.
“Could have been better,” mumbled Big Bee into his chest and then, brightening somewhat, “how did it look from this end?”
“It couldn’t have looked much worse, sire,” said Teigue.
“Really, how so?”
“The Main Stream Media showed pictures and extended video footage of the after photo-shoot party.”
“They did, huh?”
“They did. When quizzed about social distancing and numbers one of your ministers tried to claim there were less than thirty people there. When that blatant untruth was exposed he admitted that government business had always followed different rules than those the general populace had to follow.”
“Something of a Barnard Castle moment, then?”
“Times ten, sire, times ten.”
“That bad, you think?”
“Given that parliament does follow social distancing rules, it’s pretty much an admission that no government business takes place there.”
“Is that how it’s being interpreted?”
“By the political intelligentsia… Yup!”
“Only one thing for it then,” said Big Bee charging from the bunker without his mask.
“You turn if you want to…” muttered Teigue. The bunker was only sporadically filled by his cacophonous laughter.
A Questionable Science:
Love and Death in the Time of COVID
by Stuart France and G. Michael Vasey
‘The Gallows and Gibbet Inn’, proclaimed the sign, which singular nominal ought really to have aroused, if not my shackles then, at least my suspicions.
Too late, Anu was already tugging me over the threshold into the warmth, and the light, and the sound of voices, and music…
…They were all in there!
Black Jack Davey… Teigue-the-Fool… The Miller’s Son… The Sorcerer’s Apprentice… H.R.H. the Lord of the Elements, and one-hundred-and-one other far less savoury characters.
Most of them in their cups. Reprobates all! And what a tale they had to tell.
If you have ever wondered why all the public houses are shut.
You had better pull up a chair…